With Summer's end, comes still-as-warm days but cooler nights. The sun set's faster rises later. The meadow's grass wakes with frozen drops of ice on them as they slowly thaw out into morning dew. This night was perfect for anything except for rain. The sky was filled with nothing but an azure depth; not a single cloud to cover it's glory.
But on this one short evening, a stallion wanted to watch the sunset before the valleys were filled with fluffy white snow. He stepped gently and found a small place in a clearing. He could see a cloudless sky above his head and the sun falling from the sky at a quick pace. He stopped and decided this was where he would sit to watch the sunset and wait for the fireflies to appear.
"perfect" He whispered to himself as he sat down and made himself comfortable for the next hour or so. He fluttered his wings and wrapped himself in them as it got darker and colder. He would soon be able to see his breath, but not yet. It was still too early.
